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"I think mistletoe is stupid." Paige grumbled to Roman as they were getting their drinks at the little Christmas party Nikki Bella was throwing for all the Superstars and Divas one night after Smackdown. It was at some local catering hall. It was cute, but there was far too much of that pesky plant for Paige's liking.
Roman raised an eyebrow as he handed her a cup of eggnog. "Why's that, Casper?"
She made a face at the nickname—she's probably told him a thousand times not to call her that!—but she took the cup from him anyway. "Because it is stupid. It gives people an excuse to harass each other. Or just be plain disgusting… like those two." She nodded her head towards the other side of the room where Nikki and Seth were heavily making out beneath mistletoe.
The Samoan rolled his eyes. Those two had no self-control. "Well, thankfully, not everyone is like them." He said, returning his attention to the grumpy Brit at his side. "Maybe you just need someone special to kiss you."
Paige snorted after taking a sip of her eggnog. "Yeah, or maybe—" she was cut off as warm lips pressed against hers.
Roman had leaned over and bent his head to kiss the raven-haired beauty. She was clearly taken by surprise, her eyes wide and she almost dropped her eggnog. However, it wasn't long before she relaxed and returned the kiss. Their lips moved together in perfect sync. Roman could taste her lipstick and the eggnog on her lips. He growled lowly in delight—he liked that perhaps a little too much. His hands gripped on to her waist, pulling her closer to his body. Paige's free hand clung to his sleeve, her black painted nails digging into his skin.
Their lips smacked when they finally pulled apart. Neither of them really wanted to stop, but breathing was quite important, especially if they wanted to continue in the future.
Paige looked up at him, eyes half-lidded with desire. She'd like to do that again—in a room that wasn't full of people who were probably looking at them like they were nuts. Roman gazed down at her hungrily. He was having about the same thoughts as she was. Her cheeks flushed at the look in his eyes. She was glad she had about a pound of make-up on to cover that up.
"See what I mean?" He finally spoke, voice deep with lingering lust. It sent a pleasant shiver down Paige's spine.
"Hmm," she murmured, tracing her finger up his sleeve covered bicep, "I suppose you're—wait. Is there even any mistletoe above us?" She questioned, trying to look up at the ceiling.
Roman gently grabbed her chin and made her return her
attention to him. "Does it really matter if there is or not, Casper?"
Paige rolled her eyes. "I suppose it does not… Fabio." He suddenly glared at her. "Hey! If you get to call me 'Casper' then I get to call you 'Fabio'. That's the deal."
"Fine." The Samoan grumbled almost childishly. It made Paige uncharacteristically giggle.
"You wanna get outta here, Fabio?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Roman chuckled softly. "Thought you'd never ask."
Hand in hand, the Powerhouse and the Anti-Diva left the party.
By the end of the evening, with a godlike Samoan sleeping next to her, Paige decided that maybe mistletoe wasn't so stupid after all.
Another little Christmasy one-shot, this one involving Roman and Paige. Hope you enjoyed!